Maybe I'm tired of the game
Of coming up short of the rules, of the shame
And maybe you feel that way too
I see me in you

A girl full of anger and hope
A girl with a mother who just couldn't cope
A girl who felt caught
And thought no one could see,
But maybe one day she'll be free

You tell a funny story from my childhood
Your eyes light up
Your smile is genuine
I can feel the warmth radiating off of you
Like I had when I was a baby, and I would fall asleep on your chest, only when I could feel your breath against my head.
Like the fireplace in the living room of my old home, cozy and familiar.
You recall every detail.
For a moment, we live in this memory.
For a moment, you are here.

I could free myself
Of ALL the
...
Things